So I had moved on. Only to be pushed back to where I had started from. I was cautious cause of what life has taught me, the hard way. Didn’t realise how much he meant to me until it was too late. He’s married now, back from their honeymoon even!
I regret refusing his proposal. He had said he’s given me time to decide – an exact year later he’s out of my reach forever. And I realised too late how much I actually cared about him. sigh so I don’t want to get into this whole “love” concept altogether. Twice heartbroken, this time in so many pieces I hardly know where to START putting them together! .......
I doubt he loved me though, he could’ve waited.

